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“Good girl,” I rasp. “You’re so good to me, Serena.”
I take a deep breath, cherishing the moment and the feeling of being completely and totally in love with this woman who bewitched me from the first second I heard her say my name.
Chapter41
Serena
Pouring coffee from the fancy machine situated on Logan’s kitchen counter, dressed only in one of his gray t-shirts, I smile when he presses his body to mine from behind. Dressed only in sweats, he is so fucking sexy, and he is mine.
He kisses the top of my head before he reaches over me to grab a mug from the cupboard. Giggling, I duck down slightly, but it’s not necessary. He towers over me, and I love it. It adds a layer to the protection he provides, which thrills me into placing my mug down and turning into him, running my hands up his ribs.
“Still sore?”
He shakes his head.
I had no idea that Quen broke his ribs when he beat him up, but after making love more times than I can count last night, he came clean, pleading reprieve to his aching body.
“I’m so sorry.”
“You have nothing to apologize for,” he growls.
“This happened because of me.”
“No, it happened because your uncle is a megalomaniac who enjoys inflicting pain on people.”
Biting my lip, I know I have to tell him about my thoughts on this so-called uncle of mine. I’m about to spill the beans when the front door unlocks, and the handle turns, but it doesn’t open.
“Logan?”
With a small smile, he pulls away from me to answer the door to the woman on the other side.
Sliding the bolt across, he steps back and returns to me as it opens to let in a very attractive brunette in her mid-fifties or so.
“What’s with locking me out? I said I was coming over to make you something to eat,” she scolds him in an Irish accent that makes my knees go kind of weak. She’s shit hot. I glance at Logan, feeling insecure all of a sudden.
“Who are you?” she asks when her eagle-eyed glare lands on me.
I nearly wither from the steel in her eyes.
“Uhm…”
“Rose, this is Serena.”
Rose. Of course.I relax, knowing this is his housekeeper. Too bad he neglected to mention she was coming over this morning. Here I am, looking like some just-fucked hussy, which shedefinitelythinks I am by the scathing glare adorning her features.
“That girl,” Logan mutters when he sees how awkward this has become.
Rose's face changes instantly, and she beams at me. “Oooh, that one. Well, nice to meet you, that girl. You’re pretty as a picture.” She squints and comes a bit closer. “Bit young, but maybe that will keep this one in his prime a bit longer, hmm. You cook?”
Shaking my head, I feel like a complete failure.
“Not to worry. You look like a quick learner. I’ll teach you all the things to keep him happy.”
Nodding, my eyes wide as Logan snickers.
“Well, notallthe things.”
Rose glares at him. “Oh you, get yer mind out the gutter.”
